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Isn’t that a movie with Joaquin Phoenix… or something like that…? (And yes, I googled to make sure, and while scanning wikipedia, I only needed to see the words “Buffalo Soldier” to then have that song in my head.) Totally not the point of this post, but is a very accurate depiction of me. Ugh, I’m all over the place. And you know that’s exactly how I write this blog thing. My husband was the writer, not me. Anyway, so, yeah, I’m still here. I’m actually not sure how to write this – do I gloss over my absence or do I just go ahead and talk about the elephant in the room? It’s not like I’ve NOT done any art since then, but it hasn’t been at the same pace. My family has weathered some tragically rough patches since the fall of 2014 (I’ve not talked about it outside my private facebook page so don’t worry about searching for it…

Whenever anyone I work with learn I have an art degree, I get the eyebrow raise. My job is in clinical research and really has no place for art. Do I have regrets? Maybe, but not for the reasons you may think. I will always be thankful for getting an art degree. Even though the “art” doesn’t help me with my current profession, I’m thankful for two reasons: I Learned How to See An EARLY sketch of boxes, plates, cups As much as I hated drawing box after box, or the constant measuring – once I got it – not “oh, this is how I do it”, but “oh, this is WHY I am doing it”, it made perfect sense! It’s something I wish I did in high school or even earlier than that. As simple as drawing boxes made me see the angles and measuring made me see something as simple as eye placement on a face. I was